The paintings on the walls were the type that melted when struck by daylight
What I saw in the mirror didn’t look right, the clothes in my closet were all too tight
I had outgrown my surroundings, but I hadn’t moved on
I waded through a waist high night in search of the dawn
I felt like a picture that had been hastily drawn
Because of the fact that I hadn’t moved on
The books that I read were full of far off lands so easily forgotten
The words that I spoke fell to the floor like a net I was caught in
The leaves in the forest kept chattering my name
I had a life once…..it was an unbearable strain
The roots that had seeped into my soul had nothing to gain
The fact still remained that I hadn’t moved on…..
…..So I rose from the ashes of smoldering lust, my joints ached from the years of rust
I had no one to trust, it was all I could do to keep from choking on a mouth full of dust
I was centuries older, a little bit taller and quite a bit bolder
I remembered how so long ago I had been a soldier in an ageless war that left me numb
And my heart was colder than it had ever been before,
As I struggled to remember what it was that I fought for
In that battle with so many strings attached that when I made the move for my final attack….
I tripped and fell, and struck hard upon a thought that crushed my mind
I was in search of a song for which I didn’t have time….
….But that was ages ago, and things have changed